Best Dames Poems

Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on my way, you as the bridges in my song
Making choruses...

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Dandy daffodils delight
Dainty Dames dining
Complimenting the crispy crossiants
Making their meal magnificent...

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